Red Jade of Xiaoxiang Pavilion had a boudoir far larger than those of the other girls. For the others, a single room was more than enough, at most a space with the sitting room and bedroom joined together.
But Red Jade's boudoir was two or three times the size of the others'. It was hardly surprising; she was the establishment's top courtesan, so naturally her treatment was different.
"Miss, these are the young masters' compositions..."
Inside the room, a maid who would have been considered quite pretty by ordinary standards handed the papers containing the collected poems to Red Jade.
Yet even in her own room, Red Jade still wore a veil. Of course, it was merely decorative—it could not possibly conceal her face.
"Give them to me."
The veiled woman softly accepted the papers. Her voice was utterly seductive... carrying an indiscriminate allure that teased everyone who heard it. Even the maid who had served by her side all this time was slightly entranced by her voice.
It was a bewitching voice that did not distinguish between men and women.
After handing the works to Red Jade, the maid withdrew from the room. Unless necessary, Red Jade did not like others in her chambers.
Watching the maid leave, Red Jade paid it no mind. Leaning against the wall, she casually flipped through the works as though she did not care.
She had not held much hope to begin with. Though she was a courtesan, barely anyone entered her room throughout the year.
Even so, countless people were willing to spend a fortune for a beauty's smile. There was no shortage of those who would squander their entire fortunes just for the chance to be alone with her in one room. After all, only two others in all of Yangzhou